Catherine needed a man. She'd be the first to admit it. Since Eddie, she'd been with two guys. Just two guys, and lousy ones at that.

Seeing Sara and Sofia wondering the halls with tell-tale glows in their eyes, Catherine knew. Her friends where getting laid. It wasn't fair that she—much more feminine than the detective and the tomboy—was the only one not having a little fun. Yes, it was definite—Catherine needed a man.

But who?

Warrick was married, and while there might have been some attraction there for a while it would never work long term. He was a little too intense for her. She needed a man that she could honestly say she knew what he was thinking. So no, Warrick was out.

Nick and Greg were both out. They were way too young for her. Oh, not in years, although she was a little older chronologically, but in life experience. Had either one of them even had a serious relationship?

All she knew about them was that Greg probably still had a great crush on Sara.

No, Nick and Greg were out.

Ecklie? Catherine wasn't ever going to go there—although he probably would.

No. Not even going to think about going there.

Grissom? No. Too much like a brother. Besides—the man ate bugs. Not to mention that she half suspected he was behind Sara's new sparkle.

No, not Grissom.

David Hodges had possibilities—even if he was a little weird. But did she really have time to put in that much effort? He was a bit pompous, a little socially inept. But wait a minute—hadn't she just described Grissom?

So no, no Hodges, though he had possibilities.

Bobby Dawson might have potential. If she went for the cowboy type. Catherine most certainly didn't. But he was certainly cute.

Bobby had potential. He could stay on the list for now.

So who did that leave? Vega? Vartann? Cavaliere? O Reily? Catherine needed to think those through.

"Hey Cat!" A voice called, "Want to go do breakfast?"

She turned to see Jim approaching, a mischievous smile on his bulldog face. He was by far one of her favorite people at work and she was glad to see him back on his feet after that horrible shooting by Willy Cutler. She'd been so scared that week.

"Anytime, copper."